Does This Look Infected?

So I’m sitting here in my study lesson at 10:00 on a Friday morning, hiding in Terry’s class. Sum 41 is blaring in my ear about some lost love. I’ve come to realize how my blog has just become my own personal bitch-page. Whenever I feel shit or whatever, I will come here and write a blog about my whiny problems. So continuing in fine Calabretto Fashion, I think I will have another long-ass bitch about the world.

The people in my life are amazing. They are always so sad, though the world can be a beautiful place, when it wants to. I have seen places with nothing but mountaintops and fog for miles, and places that are so derelict, that people can barely call it a home. Yet they do. People who have nothing, cherish that small something they DO have, regardless of how destroyed of whatever it is. Poverty seems to come in all forms.

In a day and age ruled by plastic, and metal, people seem less and less willing to look inward, at the people they are, under the commercial bed sheets. These people are ruled by the aesthetic, and have no idea what their life would be like without all the technology they use in their everyday life. The people who have nothing would jump at the chance to have something we take for granted. If you give a impoverished person something like electricity, their lives would be completely changed. We expect to have this kind of thing at our homes, and refuse to live there if it is “inadequate”.

Grow up. People die because they don’t have stuff. The stuff to live, the stuff to succeed. We have that, and we complain because we want more? I’m probably closer to the bottom of the working class, but I know what I need. And what society tells me to need. They aren’t the same. When people begin realizing that

a. Generosity is paramount to global equality

b. Greed is pointless, and just another compensation for personal inadequacies

c. People SHOULD be equal, regardless of creed, race or sex.

Its not the answer, but it is a start.

Life is short. And you aren’t the only one living. There is a world outside of your tiny little safe-zone.